[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter 016,

The nine days of the grand wedding passed quickly.

Today was her wedding day with Duanmu Yun!

Mingruo sat before the mirror, dismissing the palace maids and ladies-in-waiting sent by the Imperial Household Department to do her hair and makeup, staring blankly at her reflection in the bronze mirror.

It was early spring, the window was opened, and a gentle breeze blew in, carrying several petals into the bedchamber, a few of which landed right in front of Mingruo.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom!

Her slender, jade-like fingers picked up a thin petal, Mingruo's eyes slightly dazed. Would she ever see such vibrant peach blossoms again after marrying into the General's Mansion? Even if Duanmu Yun allowed her to grow flowers and plants, would the peach blossoms bloom as brilliantly as those in Zhuohua Palace, each cluster heavy with blossoms, layers upon layers of pink creating an exquisitely alluring beauty? The flowers of the General's Mansion, and the flowers of Zhuohua Palace... could they be the same?

As she was lost in thought, an old woman's voice came from behind her: "Oh dear, my little darling, what are you doing?! You've chased all the palace ladies out. Are you planning to get married with bare faces?" It was Granny Duan. She quickly parted the beaded curtain and walked towards Mingruo with her bound feet, scolding her as she went. "Hurry up and get ready, the Imperial Household Department's sedan chair will be here soon, we don't have much time!"

Mingruo sat in front of the mirror, dressed in white as snow, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her exquisite and beautiful features resembled a figure from a distant landscape painting. "Granny."

Granny Duan came over, picked up an ivory comb, and began to carefully style her hair. As she combed, she chanted: "First comb to the end; second comb my young lady's white hair reaching her eyebrows; third comb my young lady's children and grandchildren filling the house; fourth comb my master's good fortune, may he meet noble people on his journey; fifth comb my five sons pass the imperial examinations and come to join us, five silver bamboo shoots and a hundred kinds of good fortune; sixth comb my relatives and friends come to celebrate, her boudoir adorned with rouge before the mirror; seventh comb my seventh sister descends to earth to marry Dong Yong, the magpie bridge spanning the heavens; eighth comb my eight immortals come to offer birthday wishes, the precious duck flying through the lotus path; ninth comb my nine sons linked together, each with their own unique charm; tenth comb my husband and I will grow old together..." "The Empress is unable to comb our youngest son's hair, so this old woman has to take her place. I'm getting old, and I don't care about dying peacefully in my old age. I only hope that our youngest son will have a peaceful life, be loved by his husband, and have filial children."

"Granny..." Watching her hair slowly being styled into a nine-bun fairy bun, adorned with several golden hairpins, all in festive and vibrant gold and red, yet dressed in extremely simple clothes, the combination of charm and elegance seemed so abrupt, yet it blended so well on her. “In Ruo’er’s heart, Granny Duan is just as important as her mother.”

Normally, Granny Duan would have been terrified, but today, her eyes reddened. “Yesterday, Xiao Si seemed to be crying incessantly in my arms, but today she’s reached marriageable age. Who knows how lonely the Empress and I will be in the future?” Her aged hands placed the last golden phoenix hairpin in Ming Ruo’s hair, her fingers applying a touch of rouge to Ming Ruo’s brows, drawing beautiful patterns, then carefully attaching a floral decoration. “Xiao Si is born with such beauty, rare throughout history, but since ancient times, beautiful women have often had short lives. It’s better to have a plain face. I only hope that General Duanmu can protect Xiao Si well, so that Xiao Si can live a carefree, happy, and healthy life.”

Ming Ruo stared blankly at her stunning reflection in the dim bronze mirror, her pink lips pursed, her phoenix eyes lowered, and she remained silent.

This face...

With its delicately drawn eyebrows, red lips, and rouge, her already stunningly beautiful face was made even more breathtaking, a beauty beyond compare. Without makeup, Mingruo possessed an ethereal grace, but with heavy makeup, her eyes and brows revealed a hint of alluring seduction. Granny Duan sighed softly, "Looking at her now, our Fourth Master truly looks exactly like the Emperor, as if they were cut from the same mold. I wonder what the Emperor's reaction would be if he saw her like this." Mingruo's

watery eyes flickered, and she stood up, obediently letting Granny Duan help her put on her undergarment, then her wedding gown embroidered with phoenixes and gold-embroidered cloud patterns, followed by a colorful, shimmering shawl, and finally, a golden phoenix crown. The crown was adorned with four golden phoenixes seemingly about to take flight, showcasing the nobility and splendor of the imperial family.

"It's really strange," said Mingruo. "Not only did no one with purple eyes emerge from the Emperor Emeritus's generation, but there wasn't even a single person with the phoenix eyes unique to royalty. The same is true for this generation. The Emperor hasn't even seen our Fourth Prince, yet he doesn't seem worried." If the Emperor Emeritus had

n't fathered an Emperor with purple and phoenix eyes, his throne would probably be unstable. Knowing that Granny Duan was only commenting on her own eyes, Mingruo still felt it was inappropriate: "Granny, please don't say such things. If someone hears you, you'll be accused of disgracing the late Emperor."

"Yes, yes, yes," Granny Duan replied repeatedly, straightening her collar. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she said, "Oh, right, the General just came to Zhuohua Palace, but it wasn't proper for him to be allowed in. I happened to be there when I arrived. General, please tell the Princess that Fourth Prince shouldn't panic or be afraid. She's just marrying an ordinary man, not a general."

Mingruo was startled, then lowered her head, her reaction unreadable. But how could Granny Duan not understand the child she had raised? This girl was clearly shy!

Chapter 017, Wedding Night (Part 1)

Gui Xiang sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her sleeves, her eyes lowered as a newlywed.

This was the first line of poetry that jumped into Duanmu Yun's mind after he lifted the red veil with the wedding scale. He held his breath and gazed at the shy bride with her head bowed before him. Even though the pearl strings on the phoenix crown covered her face, he still felt breathless and almost couldn't control his desire. At the moment he saw her, Duanmu Yun suddenly felt that the suffering he had endured because of the elaborate wedding rituals had finally paid off.

After placing the wedding scale and veil on a tray held by a maid, Granny Duan hurriedly followed. The maids behind her carried the nuptial wine, as well as red dates and longans symbolizing the early birth of a son, and a bunch of pastries and fruits symbolizing good fortune, happiness, and the continuation of their lineage.

Signaling the maids to put down the tray, Duan Mama said, "You may all leave." She then knelt before Duanmu Yun, "General, Madam, we must take our leave."

Without being stopped, Duanmu Yun nodded slightly, "Mama, you've worked hard. Go and rest as soon as possible." Fortunately, no one dared to disturb his wedding night, otherwise he would surely have lost his temper.

Duan Mama rose, bowed again, and then slowly retreated with the maids.

Suddenly, Duanmu Yun felt the air in the bridal chamber become scorching. His dark eyes darted around, and he saw that it was clearly his usual bedroom, except that there were bright red "double happiness" characters pasted on the walls, bright red candles lit, and a "hundred sons and a hundred grandsons" curtain hung. Besides, there was now a beautiful bride. It was truly no different from before, but why did he feel short of breath?!

"Little Fourth... No, from now on I'll call you Ruo'er, okay?" Afraid of frightening his new wife, Duanmu Yun softened his voice as he asked. After receiving her nod, he mustered his courage and sat down beside her. His warm, rough hand slowly grasped her smooth, delicate hand. Feeling Mingruo flinch, he immediately tightened his grip and whispered reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, I'm your husband, I won't hurt you."

Mingruo's heart was pounding wildly. Her large eyes blinked rapidly, and she was even a little afraid to lift her face.

Duanmu Yun held her soft hand in one hand and gently stroked her face with the other. He accidentally touched the heavy phoenix crown and immediately frowned. "Is it very heavy? Let me help you take it off, okay?"

Mingruo nodded hesitantly, but inwardly she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Good heavens, her neck was almost bent under the weight! And these layers of wedding robes on her body, each one heavier than the last. If her nanny hadn't helped her when she stepped over the brazier at the General's mansion, she would have been utterly embarrassed. If she had disgraced the royal family, who knew how furious her father would be. Speaking of her father… she truly hadn't expected him to personally attend the wedding as the officiant! It seemed her husband was indeed a favorite of the Emperor!

With deft hands, Duanmu Yun untied the ribbons, picked up the priceless phoenix crown, and placed it on a table. But as he turned to return, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock! Who was that peerless beauty sitting by the bed, stroking her neck and furrowing her brows?!

Ming Ruo was also filled with unease, her large, watery eyes lowered, afraid to look up, until a slender fingertip lifted her chin, and she slowly followed Duanmu Yun's movement, revealing herself little by little.

When those captivating purple eyes came into view, Duanmu Yun felt he must be going mad. How could his little wife have such purple eyes, exactly like the Emperor's?!

After the initial shock and amazement came an even stronger worry. He pulled his wife into his arms, gently stroking her beautiful face, and murmured, "Now I finally understand why you had to pretend... If I were your mother-in-law, I would have hidden you away too!" Danger, far too dangerous! Such a beautiful woman, possessing the only pair of purple eyes in this generation, how could she not be envied! If she didn't hide her brilliance, she would likely have died countless times at the hands of those women in the harem! No matter how much the Emperor valued her, she couldn't escape their clutches, especially since the current Emperor wasn't one to care about purple eyes. Blinking

, Mingruo tilted her head, letting Duanmu Yun's large hand roam and caress her face. Two blushes crept onto her snow-white cheeks, making her exquisitely beautiful face even more stunning. If Duanmu Yun hadn't had some self-control, he probably would have pounced on her long ago. Yet, she still felt a lingering fear, for Duanmu Yun's expression was a mixture of heartache and worry:

"You...you're afraid I'll cause you trouble? If that happens, I—"

Her small mouth was immediately covered, and Duanmu Yun, both amused and exasperated, said, "A man should stand tall and upright. If he can't even protect the woman in his arms, what talk is there of loyalty to the country? Ruo'er is now my wife, and I will protect you to the end. Husband and wife are one, so how can there be any trouble?"

An indescribable feeling welled up within her, and Mingruo could only stare blankly at Duanmu Yun. Gradually, her purple eyes softened, as if shimmering with alluring water, rippling and clear, filled with boundless tenderness and affection. If she had any unease about this marriage before, now she completely believed it. To have such a husband was the greatest honor of her life.

Duanmu Yun felt the same way. With a wave of his hand, his red python robe rolled up two cups of nuptial wine and placed them by the bedside. Mingruo, understanding his intention, reached out to take the wine, but he pressed her hand down. Then, Duanmu Yun smiled at Mingruo and swallowed both cups of wine. While Mingruo was still puzzled, he reached out and grasped her smooth chin, gently kissing her.

The sweet and fragrant wine flowed from her husband's mouth into her stomach. Mingruo was stunned, unsure how to react, and could only open her small mouth and swallow sip by sip. Fortunately, although the wine was sweet, it had a strong aftereffect, and Duanmu Yun didn't want her to drink too much. After quickly finishing the wine, Mingruo's face flushed a light pink, making her delicate, flower-like face even more alluring.

After Duanmu Yun left Mingruo's lips, he felt a lingering fragrance in his mouth and a faint, elegant aroma filling his chest. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish whether it was the fragrance of the wine or the fragrance of the beautiful woman.

He casually tossed the wine cup, which landed perfectly on the tray. He tapped Mingruo's nose and softly asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mingruo shook her head, a little dazed. The nanny had secretly given her pastries while he was toasting outside, so she wasn't hungry for the moment.

"That's perfect, I'm hungry," Duanmu Yun murmured softly, slowly pushing her down onto the wedding bed draped in crimson brocade and gauze.

Chapter 018, Wedding Night (Part 2)

Mingruo didn't understand what he meant, she was just curious! Why did he claim to be hungry yet push her down? Her beautiful face was veiled in confusion.

His dark eyes darkened further when he saw the innocent expression on her face. Duanmu Yun swallowed, feeling a surge of nervousness and trepidation. He had fought on the battlefield for many years, and even in the face of the greatest crisis, he had never felt his heart pound so wildly. But at this moment, as his hand reached out to untie his wife's belt, his heart felt like boiling water, hot and burning, tinged with a deep sense of fear and reluctance. His little wife was so beautiful; to take her like this felt like defiling her.

Mingruo blinked her bright purple eyes, utterly bewildered. Grasping Duanmu Yun's large hand that had already reached her waist, she asked, rather strangely, "Didn't you say you were hungry? Then! Why not use pastries instead of undressing me?"

"I... ..." She barely managed to speak before realizing her voice was terribly hoarse. Duanmu Yun swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I want to eat you." Still using his hands? How could that possibly be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... with a controlled and irresistible sensation! Click to enter

"?????? Me?!" Ming Ruo was startled, her innocent purple eyes filled with deep confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Duanmu Yun could no longer hold back, but seeing Ming Ruo's bewildered expression, he couldn't bear to taint her with such worldly matters. Finally, his dark eyes darkened slightly, he lowered his head, rubbed his face against her fragrant neck, and softly asked, "Ruo'er, do you believe me?"

Ming Ruo blinked, and since it was inconvenient to nod while lying in bed, she simply hummed in agreement. This sound reassured Duanmu Yun. He chuckled softly, kissed her pink lips, and said gently, "Then give yourself to me, don't ask anything, just come with me, okay?"

Ming Ruo nodded without hesitation. Duanmu Yun couldn't help but smile, gently cupping her small face in his large hands. His thin lips pressed down, patiently prying open her tightly closed mouth. His strong tongue slowly slipped inside, licking along the soft inner walls of her mouth, absorbing her sweet saliva. At the same time, he shared her tenderness with her. His deep, gentle black eyes remained fixed on the slender, delicate girl beneath him. One of his large hands quietly moved down, pulling open the bright red silk sash around her waist. The elaborate wedding dress immediately fell away, revealing the snow-white undergarment beneath.

He loved this wedding dress; although it looked complicated and difficult to remove, it was so easy to pull open!

Mingruo felt a sudden relaxation, but her mind was still clouded by the kiss. She could only breathe heavily with her mouth slightly open, her tender red tongue darting out to breathe in fresh air, only to be gently bitten by Duanmu Yun's teeth and sucked and teased in his mouth, the sounds of their saliva mingling filling the air. Her

undergarment was the kind that could be easily torn open, and behind it was another layer of inner garment. Duanmu Yun's eyes practically turned green with

envy. Even if the clothes were easy to remove, he couldn't stand having so many layers! Lovingly sucking on her tender red tongue, he slowly pulled Mingruo's body into his arms, then slowly took her heart into his embrace. His nimble, long hands slipped under the hem of her inner garment, feeling the smooth, fragrant flesh, and he couldn't help but shudder. He ripped open her inner garment, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbone and a bright red bodice. From his angle, one could vaguely see the vibrant peach blossoms embroidered on the bodice, their petals just beginning to bloom.

"Mmm..." Mingruo let out a soft moan, her slender body shifting restlessly in Duanmu Yun's arms. A sudden chill on her chest jolted her from the intoxicating kiss. Looking closely, she realized she had been completely stripped naked, leaving only a small bodice barely covering her delicate upper body. The tie at the back of her neck had been untied, the small piece of fabric barely concealing her beautiful figure. And Duanmu Yun—her newlywed husband—was staring at her chest with gleaming eyes. She opened her mouth, but Duanmu Yun abruptly sealed it with his.

"Ruo'er..." Duanmu Yun murmured her name, his large hand slowly tearing away her last barrier. Before he knew it, he too was naked, revealing himself to her. Their bare skin pressed together, causing Mingruo to gasp softly. "You're so beautiful." His hot lips traced a path down her sweet cherry lips, biting her beautiful collarbone and sucking hard, leaving a red mark on her snow-white skin, like a peach blossom blooming in the snow, vibrant and luscious.

Mingruo involuntarily reached out and grabbed Duanmu Yun's strong arm, instinctively fearing what was about to happen. Duanmu Yun sensed her emotions and kissed her head, gently soothing her, "Don't be afraid, this is how intimacy between husband and wife is, nothing shameful. Only I can touch you like this, and vice versa." They belonged to each other, and no one could change that.

Hearing his words, Mingruo suppressed her overwhelming shyness and slowly closed her eyes, too ashamed to look at her body blossoming in his mouth, yet she also relaxed.

Looking at the two delicate, still-awakened nipples before him, Duanmu Yun couldn't help but swallow hard again, his dark, deep eyes burning with immense desire. Unable to resist any longer, he tentatively extended his tongue and gently licked the left nipple. Mingruo immediately trembled, her two plump, snowy breasts quivering like flowers battered by wind and rain before Duanmu Yun, almost driving him to lose control.

"Don't be afraid, Ruo'er," he huskyly comforted the innocent beauty in his arms, opening his mouth to take one nipple into his mouth. First, he licked it gently, then sucked it forcefully, and finally used his teeth, cutting it as if chewing something—not with much force, but definitely enough to make Mingruo unable to bear it.

While they were kissing, Duanmu Yun's other hand wasn't idle either. His rough hand grasped and kneaded her other rounded breast, pinching the smooth, white flesh in his hand. The unique fragrance of his wife wafted into his nostrils, and his handsome face slightly hardened. He immediately released the swollen nipple from her sucking, buried his face in her chest, took a deep breath, and slowly licked the alluring crevice with his tongue. His wet, hot tongue licked the edges of her two rounded breasts again and again, causing Mingruo to tremble. She grabbed his arm with her small hands and pressed down hard, her slender white legs beginning to rub against his.

So hot... Mmm, it feels like something is flowing out of my body... Mingruo's purple eyes were hazy as she stared blankly at the red bed curtains above her, her ten tender, adorable little toes curling up in unbearable passion.

Duanmu Yun was overjoyed; his little wife was incredibly sensitive and delicate, perfectly suited to his temperament. Although he had no experience himself, he had specifically gone to Pingkang to study before the wedding, knowing that this was how to make a woman wet and hot. With his beloved wife in his arms, how could he not pamper and love her?!

When Mingruo unconsciously rubbed against his legs, Duanmu Yun was also not comfortable. Both of them were naked, their private parts pressed tightly together. Her rubbing made him even harder. The sudden surge of desire almost made him unable to be gentle. He just wanted to spread her legs and rush in, to declare his sovereignty and possess his woman!

Chapter 019, Wedding Night (Part 2) h

"Ruo'er, don't move, don't move—" Duanmu Yun was both annoyed and amused. His body was in a state of extreme tension and excitement, but his mind was also made to laugh by Mingruo's restless twisting. After a while, he made his expression look strange. He released his hand from her breasts and instead supported her waist to prevent her from rubbing against him. "Are you trying to make me lose control?"

Mingruo opened her watery purple eyes, her crystal-clear pupils swirling with intoxicating waves. She lay beneath Duanmu Yun like a soft pool of water, her small hands somehow gripping the brocade quilt beside her, her slender, white fingers digging deep into the fabric, her knuckles turning white from the inexplicable pleasure.

With one hand on his wife's waist, Duanmu Yun gently stroked her lush green pubic hair with the other, his dark eyes fixed firmly on her. Mingruo blushed, her heart filled with embarrassment, yet she lay obediently, unmoved, under his gentle coaxing. But by not looking, her senses became even more acute. She could almost feel Duanmu Yun's burning, almost all-pervasive gaze sweeping over that shameful part of her body that she herself had never seen before. (A certain You interjects: Damn, why is this sentence so long?)

Just as Mingruo was about to cover herself in embarrassment, Duanmu Yun swiftly grabbed her small hand, preventing her from concealing this breathtaking beauty. His deep voice, husky and magnetic, revealed a man's unique charm: "Don't cover it, it's incredibly beautiful." As he spoke, he released her hand and gently touched the delicate flesh that shyly concealed her alluring flower-like opening, his Adam's apple bobbing even more violently. Mingruo was so

startled by this that she almost jumped up, but unfortunately, she was pinned down by Duanmu Yun and could only lie there helplessly. She was still young, only sixteen or eighteen years old, and blessed by heaven with a beautiful face and body. Her private parts were a beautiful pink, tender, looking like a vibrant peach blossom budding on a branch in spring, enough to make one lose their soul just by looking at it.

Duanmu Yun swallowed hard again. He was never interested in women and had never seen what a woman's private parts should look like, but after seeing his wife's private parts, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. There was no woman in the world more beautiful than his little wife!

His slender fingers pressed against the soft flesh, gently rubbing back and forth a few times. He was a military general, his body rough, and his hands were calloused from years of martial arts training. Touching Mingruo's tender, moist petals like this was a tremendous stimulation!

Mingruo's body trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to pull away, but Duanmu Yun reacted much faster than her. The moment she reached out, he had already occupied her most mysterious and shameful place.

His fingers slowly slid into the soft passage, and Duanmu Yun was pleasantly surprised to see that as his fingers moved in and out, crystal-clear silver threads were wrapped around his fingertips, so thin that they seemed to break at the slightest touch, yet sweetly alluring. He finally couldn't resist the temptation, bringing his fingertips to his lips and slowly licking them with his tongue. The extremely fragrant and sweet taste made his handsome face flush red, his eyes seemingly burning with desire. "So sweet...?"

Hearing his murmur, Mingruo opened her eyes, just in time to see Duanmu Yun licking the clear liquid clean from his fingertips, a look of ecstasy on his face. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, finding it unbelievable. What came from that place...? Could she eat it?

Duanmu Yun didn't give her time to think. After licking the honeyed liquid clean from her fingers, he lowered his head and kissed that lush patch of grass!

Mingruo was startled; her delicate body trembled immediately. She felt her husband's soft, hot lips and tongue moving in and out of her body. Due to the intense pleasure, her body involuntarily secreted clear, sweet liquid, all of which Duanmu Yun swallowed little by little.

"No...!" She struggled to sit up, suppressing the pleasure in her lower body, her small face filled with unease, her purple eyes brimming with tears.

"It's so dirty there... No...!" Although the nanny had told her that on their wedding night she didn't have to worry about anything, just lie there obediently and let the general do as he pleased, this was still too strange and terrifying!

Hearing the fear in her voice, Duanmu Yun immediately looked up to comfort her. He had originally wanted to kiss her, but realizing that his lips still held her love juice, he didn't dare to. He liked the taste, finding it sweet and alluring, but he couldn't guarantee that his little wife thought so too!

A hint of amusement flashed in his dark eyes. Duanmu Yun stroked Mingruo's exquisite face, tapping the tip of her delicate nose. "Didn't you just promise to give yourself to me, to not think about anything, and just come with me?"

"But...?" Mingruo clutched his arm, her naked, snow-white body a picture of breathtaking beauty, her face a mixture of shyness and confusion. "But there—"

"Don't be afraid, it's only natural for husband and wife to be intimate." Duanmu Yun was both amused and helpless, unable to resist kissing her smooth cheek. "Would I ever bully you?"

Hearing his words, Mingruo had no choice but to obediently lie down again.

Duanmu Yun gave her a tender and affectionate smile, then buried his handsome face between Mingruo's slender white legs again, his large hands occasionally kneading her pink buttocks, his fingers lightly tracing the soft cleft of her buttocks and brushing against the extremely sensitive edge of her thighs. Only when he felt that Mingruo was wet enough to bear him did he raise his head and kiss his wife, softly asking, "Ruo'er, I want to go in."

Mingruo closed her eyes and nodded with the heroic spirit of a warrior facing death.

Almost laughing at her expression, his handsome face flashed with deep affection. Duanmu Yun gently pressed down, completely covering Mingruo with his slender body. If this were not his wedding night, if the woman beneath him were not the one he wanted to spend his life with, if he could be a little more hard-hearted, he would have already rushed into her body. The pent-up desire could really kill a man. Now he could no longer restrain himself. His large hand intertwined with Mingruo's slender one, and he leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Ruo'er, will it hurt? Are you scared?"

Mingruo looked at the man on top of her with hazy eyes—this was her husband, her husband, the man she would spend her life with. He was upright and honorable, a true man worthy of his country and his people… Why should she be afraid? He would protect her, love her, and cherish her. Why should she be afraid?

Seeing his wife beneath him nod, unable to hide her shyness, Duanmu Yun took a deep breath, adjusted his large, erect penis, and found that small, almost invisible, enchanting peach-like opening. Slowly, little by little, he pushed in. At first, it was incredibly tight, becoming even tighter as he went in. But he dared not rush in all at once, suppressing his burning desire and patiently probing deeper—until he touched that thin barrier. "Ruo'er, I'm going in." With this declaration, Duanmu Yun thrust his hips forward, forcefully breaking through the thin membrane symbolizing a girl's chastity, then remained inside Mingruo, not daring to move an inch.

Chapter 020, Heaven and Earth United, Only Then Will I Part

From the moment he entered her body, Mingruo held her breath. At first, she only felt a slight swelling, followed by immense pain. The feeling of her body being stretched open by a foreign object was unbearable; she felt as if she were being torn in two. Her tender lips parted slightly, unable to utter a sound due to the pain. Her two delicate hands, which had been gripping her arms tightly, were now completely powerless, her whole body trembling. The thick object inserted between her slender white legs was excruciatingly painful.

"Ruo'er—" Duanmu Yun cried out in alarm, wanting to kiss her, but this movement aroused the thick, erect penis still residing in her flower cave, intensifying the tearing sensation. Mingruo's small mouth opened wider, but she could only whimper hoarsely. Her two tender legs stretched straight out, her insteps tensed, and if you looked closely, you could see her entire delicate body trembling.

It really hurts... She had never experienced such pain before... Mingruo's expression became dazed due to the immense pain. She furrowed her delicate brows, her purple phoenix eyes brimming with tears. Before her marriage, her nanny had hinted at the possibility of pain, telling her to bear it a little, saying that the first time was inevitably a little agonizing... But was this really just a "little" agonizing pain?!

"Don't cry, Ruo'er, don't cry..." Duanmu Yun carefully touched Mingruo's face, trying his best to keep his lower body still—even though he was being squeezed painfully by her tender opening. "It won't hurt in a little while, it won't hurt in a little while..." Looking at her sweaty little face, he felt both amused and heartbroken, and in the end, he didn't know what kind of expression to make.

Mingruo looked at him with her misty, tearful eyes, "It hurts..."

Just that soft, sweet cry of pain made Duanmu Yun's heart soften instantly. He cupped her small head in his large hands, leaned in and kissed her again and again, coaxing her softly, "Don't cry, it won't hurt in a little while, Ruo'er, don't cry."

Only then did she realize that she seemed to be shedding tears, and Mingruo was a little dazed. It wasn't that she hadn't suffered before. When she was little, her older sisters often bullied her, and sometimes they would even hit her. She had experienced pain even greater than this before. Back then, no matter who hit her, she wouldn't cry, so why was she crying now?

"My dear, my Ruo'er, my dear..." Duanmu Yun murmured softly, "I'm here, Ruo'er, don't cry, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

He was there.

Her slender little hand climbed up Duanmu Yun's arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath his palm. A faint smile, tinged with pain yet overflowing with joy, bloomed on her pink lips. "Yun Lang... I don't hurt anymore, come in."

Duanmu Yun almost thought he'd misheard, but upon closer inspection, his little wife's pretty face was flushed, her eyes closed. Her previously trembling body slowly softened, and sticky fluid seemed to drip from their joined bodies. He glanced down, then leaned forward and gently kissed Mingruo's lips: "It won't hurt anymore, I promise." He forced back the cold sweat beading on his forehead and slowly, little by little, entered her.

The massive, hot iron slowly forced its way through the narrow passage, inch by inch, prying open and conquering the pink flesh within. Duanmu Yun was gripped by a mixture of excitement and pain, finally understanding why men and women were so consumed by desire. He wanted to rush in recklessly, but his remaining reason told him it was best not to. His wife was small and fragile; if he didn't want to hurt her, he should relax a little. Her

slender, white legs trembled slightly as Duanmu Yun entered. The woman's most private parts were held tightly, as if not only her body but also her soul had been split in two… Only when Duanmu Yun exerted a little force, pushing himself completely inside her, did Mingruo let out a soft, seductive moan from the intense penetration.

His large hands kneaded her pink breasts, making them bloom with delicate beauty. Duanmu Yun breathed heavily, his words slightly incoherent: "I—I can—it's so tight and hot... Ruo'er, does it hurt?" Seeing Ming Ruo shake her head almost imperceptibly, Duanmu Yun was overjoyed. He pressed his handsome face against her beautiful features and said softly, "Then I'll begin, hmm?"

Begin?

Ming Ruo nodded, bewildered, not understanding what Duanmu Yun was talking about.

But when something began to move inside her, she finally understood what Duanmu Yun meant by "begin"! Her small mouth opened slightly as she breathed, her white breasts swaying in his palm with each thrust. She was still young, and because she wasn't well-liked in the palace, her body wasn't particularly voluptuous; her petite figure was easily contained by Duanmu Yun's hand. Compared to her more voluptuous elder sisters, Mingruo was even more delicate, her skin like jade, so smooth and delicate it seemed to break at a touch. A gentle suck could leave a red mark or bruise, her skin moist and supple like a vibrant peach blossom budding, soft and weak, her beauty breathtaking. It was fortunate that Consort Huai had the foresight to apply something to her face from a young age; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have lived to seventeen.

Each time he entered, he was enveloped by her delicate flesh. Being her first time, Duanmu Yun dared not use force, much less stay too long. His little wife was still incredibly tender; there was plenty of time ahead, a lifetime to slowly and tenderly entwine, no need to rush.

First times are usually difficult for women to experience pleasure. Although Mingruo's body was sensitive, Duanmu Yun was still worried she would be in pain. So, with one hand, he played with her soft breasts, while the other reached to their point of union, gently teasing her until he felt a sweet flow of fluid, only then did he feel a little relieved. "Does it still hurt?"

Mingruo was panting heavily from his thrusts, and she couldn't answer him. She could only shake her head and nod awkwardly, her small mouth open, making soft moans, but she couldn't say anything.

Knowing that she couldn't take it anymore, Duanmu Yun didn't dare to linger. He quickly thrust a few more times. Although he longed for that beautiful flower cave, he couldn't bear to continue. The wedding night was meant to bring their hearts closer, not just for lust.

In the final, uncontrollable moment, Duanmu Yun lowered his head and captured Mingruo's small mouth, kissing her deeply. His dark eyes were filled with tender, lingering affection, his gaze sweeping over her face, etching a deep, unspoken love. "Ruo'er... um... my wife... my... ..."

Her purple eyes widened instantly. Mingruo trembled several times from the rapidly surging, hot liquid within her. Her small hands slowly mimicked the way Duanmu Yun had embraced her, gently caressing his bare, muscular back, before she closed her eyes.

"Oh Heaven! I wish to be with you forever, our love enduring without end. Until the mountains crumble, the rivers run dry, winter thunder roars, summer snow falls, and heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you!"

Without warning, the two opened their eyes simultaneously, their most intimate parts still joined together. Yet, gazing into each other's eyes, they slowly, word by word, recited this ancient poem. Despite being newlyweds and having known each other for only a short time, the moment their bodies merged felt as if they had known each other for lifetimes, a tender and enduring love.

Chapter 21, First Meeting Between Father and Daughter (Part 1)

Afterwards, their married life lasted for about half a year. During this time, the country was peaceful and prosperous, with no invasions from small border countries or major powers. Duanmu Yun was able to spend his time at home with Mingruo. The couple were deeply in love, their lives harmonious and blissful. Mingruo rarely left the house, and Duanmu Yun declined all invitations from officials to drink and make merry, except for court appearances. He didn't want Mingruo to wear a false face for the rest of her life, yet he couldn't bear to let outsiders know of her stunning beauty. Therefore, he simply forbade outsiders from setting foot in the General's Mansion. All the servants in the mansion were chosen to be extremely discreet, so that they wouldn't utter a word even if they saw something.

Duanmu Yun had originally intended to retire to his hometown with his wife after the country had become increasingly stable and war was no longer necessary. However, recently, a neighboring country had been making some subtle moves. Many foreign merchants had entered the capital, which wouldn't normally be a problem, but these merchants were all from the Jiang Kingdom!

The Jiang Kingdom was one of the few countries capable of rivaling the Da'an Dynasty. In fact, before Emperor Xuli ascended the throne, the Jiang Kingdom was merely a small neighboring state. If it had been wiped out back then, there would be no increasingly powerful Jiang Kingdom today, only a small vassal state of the Da'an Dynasty. But no one could predict what Emperor Xuli was thinking. He coldly watched the Jiang Kingdom grow stronger, not only failing to stop it but even granting them advantages! He not only opened trade between the two countries but also allowed the Jiang Kingdom's ruler to recruit soldiers and stockpile grain right under his nose without lifting a finger!

Duanmu Yun didn't know what Emperor Xuli was thinking, and it was beyond his control. However, when the nation is in trouble, a man should be ready to sacrifice his life for his country. This time, Jiang's actions have become increasingly aggressive, suggesting they intend to provoke a tiger. He clearly understands the situation, but has no idea what the Emperor is thinking. Not only does he not stop it, but Emperor Xuli has even accepted a hundred beauties as tribute from Jiang! Although most were given to guards, generals, and officials, a few remained in the harem.

The possibility that those beauties are spies is too high!

Every time he thinks of this, Duanmu Yun feels deeply worried, but the Emperor remains calm and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the beauties' actions. His attitude emboldens Jiang, who even recently occupied several towns on the border belonging to the Da'an Dynasty! Strangely, Emperor Xuli seems completely unaware of this. Duanmu Yun has tried to speak up several times, but each time he sees the Emperor's gaze, he helplessly retreats.

His gaze was cold, ruthless, and treacherous, like a beast silently waiting for its prey to come to its door—dangerous and powerful.

Yet, even under such circumstances, no matter how unfathomable Emperor Xu Li was, Duanmu Yun couldn't leave with peace of mind. He thought to himself that once this matter was over, he would surely take his wife and retire to the mountains and rivers, carefree and no longer concerned with worldly affairs.

But before that, should Mingruo remain confined to the mansion?! Even though she was quiet and didn't find it boring, Duanmu Yun couldn't bear to see her so restrained. So he found a reason, telling Mingruo that the peach blossoms at Lingkong Temple on the outskirts of the capital were in full bloom. Although it was nearing winter, due to the warmer climate, the peach blossoms at Lingkong Temple were blooming half a year later than those in the capital, and now were at their most vibrant. Mingruo didn't like going out. She no longer wore rouge to conceal her stunning beauty, but she also disliked attracting attention. However, Duanmu Yun knew her well, knowing her obsessive love of flowers; otherwise, the General's mansion wouldn't be filled with them. Sure enough, Mingruo's interest was piqued, so the two, with a coachman, took a carriage straight to Lingkong Temple in the outskirts.

Along the way, Mingruo was incredibly curious about the outside world, her little hands frequently lifting the curtain to peek out, finding everything novel and fascinating. Duanmu Yun, with a smile on his lips, let her be. Occasionally, he would slip a piece of pastry into her mouth, which Mingruo would chew a couple of times without noticing and swallow, her focused expression amusing Duanmu Yun.

His little wife was only seventeen years old; how could she not be curious about the outside world? In the past six months, he had taken her out no more than five times, and not even once was it just for fun. Naturally, she became less fond of going out, but how many young girls truly don't like going out?

"Ruo'er, do you want to get out of the car and take a look?" Duanmu Yun smiled and stroked Mingruo's long hair, thinking that her beautiful purple phoenix eyes were really gorgeous when they were wide open. "Do you like that little rag doll?"

Mingruo turned back and smiled sweetly at him, putting down the cloth in her hand and shaking her head. "No, I just think the calligraphy and paintings behind the rag doll are quite nice."

Duanmu Yun glanced at them as well. "Not as good as you."

Her face flushed, and Mingruo turned her face back. "How much longer until we get there? I really want to go see them now. I wonder if I can take a few home?"

"I am on good terms with Abbot Budong of Lingkong Temple. I'm sure if Ruo'er takes a fancy to a few peach blossoms, the abbot won't be stingy." Duanmu Yun chuckled. "Lingkong Temple is very popular, with many believers. Many of the royal family and nobles are also believers. Abbot Budong is of noble character and was highly praised by the late emperor. Moreover, Ruo'er is a rare flower lover. How could the abbot refuse?" "Really

?" Mingruo happily turned around and threw herself into Duanmu Yun's arms. After half a year together, the two had already developed a deep understanding and could know each other's hearts without words. Mingruo was even more certain that her decision back then was the right one. Marrying Duanmu Yun was undoubtedly the luckiest thing in her life. "Yunlang is the best!"

"Is that so?" Duanmu Yun laughed heartily, wrapping his arms around her delicate body, his straight nose rubbing against her small face. "Then shouldn't Ruo'er show her gratitude?" As he spoke, his large hand suggestively caressed her slender waist, his long fingers playing with the light blue sash.

Mingruo blushed and quickly got up to escape, but Duanmu Yun grabbed her, teasingly saying, "Wife, where do you think you're going to run off to? I've already touched and looked at you all over, so don't be shy, come and give me a kiss." He then pouted his thin lips and offered them to her.

He made her chuckle, and Mingruo obediently planted a kiss on his lips. She cupped his handsome face in her hands, wrinkled her nose, and said, "What kind of general are you! If Mother and Granny see this, let's see if they'll still praise you for being mature beyond your years and gentle as jade. In my opinion, General Duanmu is nothing more than a lecher!"

Duanmu Yun wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he made a face and rubbed against Mingruo, saying, "That's only how a lecher is in front of my wife. I wouldn't even look at an ordinary woman." As he spoke, he kissed and nibbled at her delicate neck and shoulders, making the ticklish Mingruo giggle.

The couple's playful banter was quite amusing, and the surrounding noise gradually subsided. Mingruo finally managed to break free from her husband's embrace, giggling as she hid in a corner of the carriage. Duanmu Yun also smiled and clung to her. He pulled Mingruo into his arms with a large hand, his handsome face smiling. Just as he was about to speak, his dark eyes, which had been full of laughter, suddenly turned piercing.

Chapter 22, First Meeting Between Father and Daughter (Part 2)

Mingruo noticed the change in Duanmu Yun's expression, her purple eyes widening in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"Ruo'er, be good, stay in the carriage and don't move. I'll be right back." He was about to get up and leap out of the carriage when Mingruo grabbed his arm. "Be careful." A gentle smile bloomed on his thin lips as Duanmu Yun kissed his wife's forehead, saying softly but firmly, "I'll be right back."

Mingruo nodded, watching him leap out of the carriage in an instant, then lifting the curtain to watch his tall figure disappear quickly into the distance. What had he just heard? His little ears perked up, mimicking Duanmu Yun's gesture, but he heard nothing. After a long while, he could only sit down dejectedly, his little hands folded on his knees, restless and uneasy.

She didn't know how long she waited, but then she heard a sound like the wind, and the carriage curtain was lifted. The coachman's panicked voice suddenly reached her ears: "General!"

"Yun Lang—" She was about to reach out to lift the curtain when she saw Duanmu Yun pull someone in. Mingruo didn't care who it was; she just immediately and anxiously checked Duanmu Yun's body again and again until she was sure he wasn't hurt before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine, sweetie." Duanmu Yun's voice was very low, as if he was hiding something. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, but to reassure her, he quickly kissed her lips, making Mingruo's face flush red. She forgot to look at who Duanmu Yun had brought in.

Touching his wife's face, Duanmu Yun respectfully turned to the man in white robes who remained calm and composed, saying, "Your Majesty, please wait here. This humble general will immediately capture those assassins." He then turned to Mingruo, "Ruo'er, please take care of His Majesty; he is injured." With that, his slender figure instantly leaped out of the carriage.

The Emperor?!

Mingruo's purple eyes widened in disbelief. How could the Emperor be here?! She slowly turned her head, glancing at the white-robed man who hadn't uttered a word since entering the carriage. She saw his eyes slightly closed, a pale complexion on his stunningly handsome face. Looking down, she instantly saw the bright red stains on his white robe's cuffs—he was bleeding!

That was, after all, her own father! Mingruo panicked and, disregarding that she was now showing her true face, rushed over and grabbed Emperor Xuli's arm: "Father, you're injured!"

Emperor Xuli lazily opened his eyes, his purple phoenix eyes slightly narrowing when he saw the girl with the same purple eyes as him. He subtly lowered his arm, which he had been about to pull away, allowing the girl to hold it in her arms, his handsome face expressionless. "...Little Four?"

Mingruo choked, swallowing nervously, her long eyelashes blinking rapidly. "Yes."

Emperor Xuli glanced at her, his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly closed. "How could it be like this?"

"I...I—" She stammered for a long time, unable to say anything. Mingruo felt her heart pounding wildly. She almost knelt before Emperor Xuli, her purple eyes, identical to his, glistening with tears. "Father, please forgive me!"

"What did you do wrong?" Emperor Xuli's eyes remained slightly closed, his tone indifferent. The wound on his arm seemed to have no effect on him, only the demonic aura emanating from him dissipated, leaving only a few pale spots. "Let's talk about this later."

"Yes...Then, Your Majesty, let me bandage your wound first..." "..." Mingruo timidly reached out to touch him. Seeing that Emperor Xuli didn't seem to mind, she grew a little bolder and rolled up his snow-white robe, revealing a gruesome sword wound. She covered her mouth and gasped slightly.

Emperor Xuli opened one of his phoenix eyes and lazily asked, "Are you scared?"

"No." Mingruo gave a timid smile, her face lowered. From Emperor Xuli's angle, he could just see her gently drooping face, her delicate eyebrows, and her cascading black hair, like a newly blossoming peach blossom. "It must hurt a lot, right? I'm not very good at these things. I've only glanced at some medical books. Please forgive me, Father." As she spoke, she took out an embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the blood from Emperor Xuli's arm with it. But she noticed something unusual about the wound, a faint bluish tinge. Her mouth gaped open in surprise: "Poison?!"

Emperor Xuli's phoenix eyes returned to Mingruo's face, and he gave a soft hum.

"But there's no medicine or water here. How can I bandage the wound without cleaning and applying medicine first?!" Mingruo bit her pink lips, her face flushed with anxiety. Even though she had never spent time with her father since childhood, even though he had neglected her, the father-daughter bond still lurked in a corner of her heart. She would save even a stranger, let alone her own father! Her heart was in turmoil. Her first instinct was to go find her Yunlang, but she remembered that Duanmu Yun was fighting with someone. How could she dare to disturb his attention?

Seeing Mingruo pacing anxiously, Emperor Xuli was indifferent. "Just bandage it. At worst, you'll lose an arm. It's not like you're going to die."

"How can you say that!" Mingruo looked at him in disbelief. "How can Father not have a hand?!"

"Even a general can be without a hand, so why can't an emperor?" Emperor Xuli chuckled, finding his daughter quite amusing. It was fortunate that he was in a good mood today, otherwise, he wouldn't have been in the mood to talk.

Mingruo paused, momentarily speechless. In her subconscious, Emperor Xuli was like a supreme god, the most noble man in the world, inherently perfect. How could he have lost a hand?!

She pursed her pink lips, rolled up the sleeve of her blood-red robe, and pressed her lips slightly to the wound still oozing black blood.

Emperor Xuli's phoenix eyes widened in shock as he looked at the beautiful girl clinging to his arm, sucking the poisonous blood. Seeing the slight dampness on her forehead, a strange feeling welled up within him. Remembering those identical purple phoenix eyes, he felt an indescribable tenderness fill his heart.

His long, elegant fingers gently stroked her soft hair, brushing back the slightly disheveled strands. His thin lips curved into a slightly bewitching smile.

Mingruo was also stunned, her face gradually flushing red. Father... he touched her! (Friendly reminder: Don't get the wrong idea; this is a very pure and beautiful father-daughter relationship.)

Blinking, she struggled to regain her senses, spitting out the blood from her mouth. She then folded her embroidered handkerchief several times and covered the gruesome wound, deftly tying a knot before kneeling back in her place. Unexpectedly, Emperor Xu Li grabbed her arm.

Ming Ruo was startled, only to see a slender, beautiful finger slowly approach her, touching the corner of her lips and wiping away a drop of blood. Just as she was about to speak, the carriage curtain was suddenly pulled open.

Chapter 23, A Promise for Next Year

"Yun Lang?" Ming Ruo anxiously reached out to touch Duanmu Yun's face. Seeing blood on his handsome features, she was momentarily flustered. If Duanmu Yun hadn't grabbed her hand in time, she might have already burst into tears. "Don't worry, I'm alright. How is His Majesty?" Only then did Ming Ruo realize that her father was still behind her. Her face flushed red, and she stammered, "He should be alright now. How about you?" Her big eyes kept glancing at him.

Duanmu Yun chuckled and took her hand, turning to look at Emperor Xu Li. He respectfully said, "Your Majesty, please come to my residence to have your wounds cleaned again, lest you be taken advantage of by villains." He didn't know if there were still ambushes in the capital; he couldn't afford to be careless. Emperor

Xu Li grunted in acknowledgment, closed his eyes, and seemed to have no interest in speaking.

He was the kind of person who could instill fear in people even without speaking. Although his demonic aura had subsided slightly, his regal and noble presence remained. At least Mingruo was too frightened to speak, and could only tug at Duanmu Yun's sleeve and shrink into his arms.

Seeing that his little wife was quite frightened, Duanmu Yun smiled helplessly, carried her out of the carriage, leaving Xuli Emperor alone, and then said to the coachman, "You can get off first. There are a few people on horseback behind; they can give you a ride."

The coachman quickly responded, dismounted, and handed the whip to Duanmu Yun.

Holding his wife close, Duanmu Yun chuckled, teasing Mingruo's nose with his high, straight nose, his voice low, clearly not wanting to disturb the Emperor Xuli, who was resting with his eyes closed: "Why are you so afraid? Was it like this when you were treating His Majesty's injuries? Then I'll have to question my wife's skills. Don't make His Majesty's injuries worse!"

Hearing this, Mingruo pouted unhappily: "I wasn't! It's just—" her little face wrinkled slightly, "It's just that I've never been so close to Father before, and now it feels so incredible to be so close. I'm not scared. Besides… he is, after all, my father. What daughter in the world is afraid of her father? I think it's you who's afraid, Yunlang! You always bully me at home, but in front of Father, you're as obedient as a little lamb…" "Ah~~ You can't take revenge like that~~" She exclaimed suddenly, then covered her mouth and giggled as she dodged. Who dared to let that shameless fellow slip his hand inside her clothes while she was talking about him!

"The proper etiquette between ruler and subject cannot be disregarded. As your husband, I am a subject, and I must naturally be respectful to the Emperor. What do you mean by fear? Ruo'er really doesn't know how to speak." Duanmu Yun nuzzled Mingruo's cheek, his dark eyes glancing around before quickly planting a kiss on her cherry lips. “If Ruo’er isn’t scared, that would be wonderful.”

Ming Ruo’s face flushed from his kiss, and her two fair hands climbed onto his dark blue robe, a hint of regret in her voice. “I didn’t even get to see the peach blossoms at Lingkong Temple.”

“I’m so sorry.” Duanmu Yun kissed her cheek tenderly again, his eyes full of apology. “Today is the last day of the blooming season, and also the most beautiful day of the year. I’m afraid I’ll have to let Ruo’er miss it. How about we make up for it next year? We must make sure Master Bu moves the most beautiful tree for Ruo’er then.”

Ming Ruo blinked her beautiful purple eyes, then pulled up Duanmu Yun’s robe to cover her face—the city gate was so close, and the veil was still in the carriage. Now she had to go in and get it? Thinking of her father inside, how could she dare to disturb him? She could only borrow her husband’s robe for the time being. "Then you can't lie to me, you have to bring me again next year."

"Of course." Duanmu Yun gently kissed her, then reached out a large hand to hide her small face in his arms, and untied his outer robe to cover her completely. "Be careful."

Mingruo nestled in his arms and nodded obediently. Actually, staying in the carriage would have been the best choice, but he thoughtfully chose to risk it and sit outside with her to see this colorful world. A happy smile appeared on her pink lips, and Mingruo pressed her cheek against Duanmu Yun's chest, feeling the strong masculine scent, and wrapped her small hands around his waist. "Why didn't you escort Father back to the palace but instead went to the General's Mansion?"

"The assassination attempt just failed. There will likely be ambushes on the way back to the palace. Saying His Majesty should come to our house for a second bandage is just a cover. But I don't understand why His Majesty only brought two rather unskilled guards with him today? Where are his usual inseparable secret guards?" Duanmu Yun was puzzled, but knew he shouldn't ask too much; the emperor's heart is unfathomable.

Mingruo nodded her little head, nestled in his arms, and asked no more questions.

At this moment, the two were deeply in love, promising to see the peach blossoms again next year, unaware that time flies and no one can predict the future. This promise for next year seemed so distant that neither of them could even imagine it.

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